Chapter 33: Chen Huixing... You did something wrong, and you were abandoned by Wei...

Two hours later, the massive race for military commander finally came to a close.

Cen Yuean narrowly defeated Chen Huixing by three votes, securing the position.

The news sent the entire room into an uproar.

The previously prepared celebration banquet was now unnecessary. Champagne unopened, flowers unopened, all the carefully planned festivities rendered in vain.

Chen Huixing's team sat in a hushed silence, no one spoke. The light and shadows cast by the crystal chandeliers swayed in the silence, illuminating frozen faces. Even breathing was almost mute. He

had been considered the undisputed winner, yet now he was the protagonist in the losing battle.

Chen Huixing sat quietly in his seat, surrounded by a hurricane of celebrations and regrets, a clamor and tremor that exploded in the air, seemingly bypassing him alone. He was like a cold, hard statue, his brows drooping, his lips set in a sharp line.

But only those familiar with him could discern the subtle signs of his presence—his knuckles bluish white from excessive strain, the veins throbbing beneath his skin, and his aura thick with a suppressed frost.

The calmer he appeared, the more dangerous he seemed.

Outside the conference room, cameras were already poised.

Spotlights flashed, cameras focused coldly. As the door opened, fingers hovered over the shutter, ready to capture the first sign of appearance.

Cen Yuean's military achievements were not far behind those of Chen Huixing; his men were known as the Prince's faction.

Cen Yuean's epaulettes shone with a cool gleam, a calm smile played at the corners of his lips, and his brows etched with high spirits, as if even the very air itself were coated in a sharp, golden edge.

Compared to Chen Huixing's blood-forged military exploits, his resume lacked the whiff of gunpowder, but so what? Behind him stood the intricately woven "Prince's Faction," a power-grabbing confidence as dazzling as his medals.

Cen Yuean brushed past Chen Huixing, his boots clicking crisply on the marble floor. He tilted his head slightly, a perfectly composed smile playing at the corners of his mouth. His voice, low and subtly rising at the end, carried a hint of false concern. "Executive Shen, I'll ask the old commander to grant you a few days' leave. After all, you might face... extensive scrutiny from the ABO Association."

The old commander still had three months left in his term—plenty of time, enough for many things to change.

Cen Yuean chuckled before adding, "As the saying goes, with great rank comes great responsibility. So, I don't believe Executive Shen would do... something like that." Chen

Huixing slowly rose, his straight uniform a cold, hard line cut by the light. He stared at Cen Yuean silently, his eyes as deep as the permafrost that never melts.

There was no anger, no hesitation, only a heart-pounding calm.

Then, he turned around decisively, his boot heels tapping out a cold rhythm on the marble floor, and he stepped into the shadow of the corridor before the other party.

His intelligence team immediately followed, and the dark figures followed him away silently and swiftly like a flock of loyal crows.

Their footsteps were in unison, echoing in the empty corridor, like a silent declaration of war.

Cen Yuean's adjutant whispered angrily, his voice filled with sharp anger: "Chen Huixing is simply arrogant!"

Cen Yuean just narrowed his eyes slightly, with dark and incomprehensible emotions floating in his eyes. A playful quirk curved his lips. "So arrogant... I really want to see his expression when he finds out something." His

last few words carried an indefinable meaning, a hint of gritted teeth. "These two... are truly a perfect match."

"If he hadn't angered his Omega, this time..."

Inside the car, Chen Huixing finally dropped all pretense.

His eyelashes drooped, shadows casting tiny cracks across his face. His taut jawline trembled slightly, and his fingertips unconsciously tightened and unclenched, as if trying to grasp something, but only grasped a handful of cold air.

Outside the car, Xu Ze whispered an explanation, saying that Pei Jiqing had left to rest, so two cars had been arranged, and they would leave first.

Before he finished speaking, Chen Huixing suddenly raised his eyes, a barely perceptible flicker in his eyes. "No, we'll go back together."

Those few words, shrouded in an almost obsessive longing, one he himself hadn't even noticed.

At this moment, he didn't want to contemplate political schemes or maintain the mask of a ruthless executive. He simply wanted to be wrapped tightly in that familiar warmth, to be a defeated warrior in her arms for a moment.

Xu Ze lowered his head and fiddled with his communicator, his fingertips drawing cold blue lines on the screen. His tone was businesslike and calm: "I'll contact him right away. Mr. Pei just left for a break, and then... no one noticed his whereabouts..."

Before he finished speaking, his voice suddenly faltered, his pupils constricted slightly, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down: "—The bodyguards can't be contacted at the moment." Chen

Huixing looked up suddenly, a dark storm swirling in his eyes. His voice was extremely low, but every word was thunderous: "Why can't we contact him all of a sudden?"

Xu Ze quickly weighed the pros and cons: "Sir, we must leave first. Turning back now will definitely be surrounded by the media. I've arranged for someone to contact the wife..."

"Go back." A sharp intuition coiled around his spine like a venomous snake, needing no reason, no explanation.

At this moment, he just wanted to confirm with his own eyes that Pei Jiqing was in front of him.

The lounge door was shut. Chen Huixing's bony hands gripped the panel. The knocks echoed through the empty hallway, only to be met with dead silence.

Alpha's voice was chillingly cold: "Kick it open."

A nearby staff member tremblingly handed over the key, the clanging of metal piercing the stagnant air.

The moment the door opened, the room felt unnervingly empty.

In a corner, a bodyguard slumped to the floor, breathing steadily but unconscious, clearly under a powerful anesthesia.

Was there a faint, unfamiliar pheromone in the air?

"Looking for someone!" Chen Huixing's voice was like grinding between his teeth, his knuckles white from clenching.

The surveillance footage unfolded, revealing several dark figures stalking into the lounge like ghosts. There was no sound of struggle, no cry for help. Even as he was led out by the group, he calmly glanced up at the camera.

Those eyes, always misty, were remarkably clear in the surveillance footage, calm to an almost unfamiliar level, as if he had anticipated this moment.

The scene freezes on his final glance back, his lips moving as if in farewell.

Wei Ji's private residence in Ling City is hidden deep within the city. He still prefers to live in such popular places, but few people know about them.

When an uninvited guest knocked on his door, he opened it and was confronted by several imposing figures.

Chen Huixing slowly emerged from the darkness, his combat boots making a cold, hard sound on the bluestone slabs, and the moonlight cast a layer of frost on his sharp features.

Wei Ji raised an eyebrow, a playful smile playing on his lips, but his eyes were devoid of warmth. "Executive Shen, why don't you deal with your own problems at this time and have the leisure to visit my humble abode?"

Before he finished speaking, Chen Huixing had already stepped into the room. Wei Ji subconsciously wanted to step forward, but was blocked by his entourage like an iron wall.

The next second, Chen Huixing suddenly reached out and grabbed Wei Ji's collar, throwing him against the wall with such force.

Wei Ji's back slammed into the cold masonry, a dull thud that was particularly piercing in the silent room. The veins on the back of Chen Huixing's hands bulged, his knuckles white with the force, nearly shredding the fabric beneath his grip. He approached Wei Ji, his eyes brimming with suppressed violence: "Where's he?"

Those two words, hoarse as if squeezed from deep within his chest, carried a heavy dose of murderous intent.

A perfectly balanced look of bewilderment crossed Wei Ji's face, his eyebrows raised slightly: "Can you say something I can understand?"

"Where's Pei Jiqing?" Chen Huixing paused, his voice lingering.

Wei Ji suddenly laughed, his Adam's apple rolling as a hint of absurdity escaped him: "Executive Shen, are you okay?"

He tilted his head slightly, his hair falling in front of his forehead, and his voice rose in undisguised sarcasm: "You ask me this?" Chen

Huixing's eyes suddenly darkened.

Wei Ji's expression suddenly froze, a sense of foreboding creeping up his spine. He straightened his body abruptly, "What happened to Jiqing?"

An oppressive Alph aura erupted from Chen Huixing's body, sweeping over him like a long-simmering blizzard. "Stop pretending! Hand him over, or I won't let you go."

Wei Ji exerted force, his muscles tensing like a drawn bowstring. But just as he was about to break free,

he was pinned back against the wall by a pair of iron-like hands. Veins bulged in his neck, and a low growl rolled from his throat. "Chen Huixing! You're trespassing!" Chen

Huixing stood impassive, moonlight streaming in through the window, bathing half of his face in a chilling blue. "I'll ask you one last time, where's Pei Jiqing?"

His gaze swept across every corner of the room, the folds of the curtains, the reflection on the coffee table.

A near-desperate anxiety burned in his bones, only transforming into a more piercing pheromone pressure.

Wei Ji suddenly laughed, his laughter tinged with a hint of maniacal absurdity. He struggled against his restrained wrists: "You don't even know! How could I know? Will he marry you or me?"

Chen Huixing searched the entire city, but Pei Jiqing was nowhere to be found.

Several of his favorite coats were missing from the closet, and his passport was missing from the safe.

After days of searching, everyone stood in the shadows, their heads bowed, not daring to speak. The Alpha's pheromones, running rampant, made the entire space feel like lead, weighing heavily on everyone's spine.

There was a knock on Yin Ning's apartment door. The moment he opened it, the Omega

took a step back, startled by the bloodshot eyes of Chen Huixing. Chen Huixing stood in the light and shadow cut by the doorframe, his military uniform collar disheveled. "Where's Pei Jiqing?"

Yin Ning finally shook his head.

Chen Huixing initially thought he was doing it on purpose, trying to make him nervous.

But what Chen Huixing found most unacceptable was the sight of the divorce agreement, lying quietly, with Pei Jiqing's signature already in the lower right corner.

Chen Huixing's hand hovered over the paper, his fingertips twitching uncontrollably.

His expression shattered the moment he read the terms. An emotion somewhere between rage and agony gushed out, shattering his mask of unwavering composure.

Wei Ji stared at Chen Huixing before him, a thought splitting his chaotic thoughts like lightning. His lips twitched slightly, and a strange expression suddenly appeared on his face. "You can't find him?"

His voice rose in a tone of almost cruel realization.

Memories streamed back, a conversation he'd had with Pei Jiqing that day vividly resurfacing—

a time filled with resentment, jealousy gnawing at his sanity. Wei Ji gritted his teeth and demanded, "If one day Chen Huixing becomes corrupted... will you abandon him too?"

Pei Jiqing's answer was crisp and clear, without a moment's hesitation: "Yes."

That single word, so light as a casual remark, carried the weight of a verdict.

Wei Ji's mouth corners suddenly lifted, his smile growing deeper and deeper, finally turning into a low laugh that rolled out of his throat with a bit of crazy joy. He stared at Chen Huixing, his eyes flashing with mockery that was almost pity: "Chen Huixing...you did something wrong, and you were abandoned."

Wei Ji's laughter echoed in the empty room, as if celebrating that someone in this world had finally fallen into the abyss with him.